From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Tactile
The cold biting through my wool coat is nothing compared to the chill in the headlines; they’ve shot Madero down in Mexico, and it feels like the whole world is sliding into a "no man's land" of violence. I clutched the rough paper bag tight, my heart sinking as the baker demanded a full **$0.06** for a single loaf of bread, a price that makes my pockets feel lighter than a feather. My fingers are raw from a day of polishing the sharp steel edges of the new Erector Sets at the shop, the cold metal biting into my skin like the grim news from the south. Every sound on the street makes me jump, worrying if this unrest will cross the border while I struggle just to keep the stove burning.